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Released: November 21st, 2011
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Supervised by Jeff Fura

5.1 Surround Sound Mixed by Richard Chycki at Mixland, Ontario
5.1 Surround and Stereo Mastering by Andy VanDette at Masterdisk, NY
Head Archivist: Francois Lamoureux at FogoLabs Corp.

DVD Production Facility: Craigman Digital
Menu Design: Craig Anderson
Authoring: Craig Anderson and David Dieckmann

Art Direction: Michele Hone, Vartan
Design: Mike Diehl
Photo Research: Jo Almeida
Photos: Bruce Cole, Fin Costello, Richard Fegley, Gerard Gentil, David Street
Slipcase portrait: Deborah Samuel

Production Manager: Michele Horie
Product Manager: Rob Jacobs
Publicity: Sujata Murthy

Management: Ray Danniels at SRO Management, Inc., Toronto

Special thanks: Pegi Cecconi, Andy Curran, Anna LeCoche, Meghan Symsyk, Herb Agner, Hilary Remnant, Heather Kanipe, Elliot Kendall, Andrew Labarrere, Beatriz Pace, everyone at SRO/Anthem, Strobosonic, UMD and UMe.

© 2011 Anthem Entertainment / The Island Def Jam Music Group.


Neil Peart - Drums, orchestra bells, tubular bells, temple blocks, cowbells, wind chimes, bell tree, triangle, vibra-slap
Geddy Lee - Bass guitar, twelve string guitar, Mini Moog, bass pedal synthesizer, vocals
Alex Lifeson - Six and twelve string electric guitar, six and twelve string acoustic guitar, classical guitar, bass pedal synthesizer

Produced by Rush and Terry Brown
Recorded at Rockfield Studios, Wales, June 1977
Engineered by Pat Moran and Terry Brown (Broon)
Mixed at Advision Studios, London
Engineered by Terry Brown, Assisted by Declan
(not Norman!) O'Doherty and Ken Thomas

Art direction and graphics by Hugh Syme
Cover photography by Yosh Inouye
Sleeve photography by Roger Stowell
Liner photographs by Fin Costello
Design assistance by Bob King

Mastered at JAMF, Toronto by George Graves
(Remastered by Bob Ludwig and Brian Lee at
Gateway Mastering Studios, Portland, Maine)

Management by Ray Danniels, SRO Management, Inc., Toronto
Executive Production--Moon Records

Roadmaster and lighting director--Howard (Herns) Ungerleider
Concert sound engineer and effects consultant--Major Ian Grandy
Stage right technician--Liam (Elfbjörn) Birt
Stage left technician--Skip (Slider) Gildersleeve
Centre stage technician--Larry (The Saint) Allen
Stage Manager--Mike (Lurch) Hirsh
Chauffeur extraordinaire--(Ms.) Jorge Hoadley

Hello and thank you to National Sound and Crew, See Factor
Lighting and Crew (U.K. too!), Electrosound U.K. and Crew,
Graham The Coach Driver, Alans Moore and Kearsley, all at
Rockfield and Pat (Duffo) Moran, (Farewell to Kingsley),
Max Websters' Dancing and Crew, The Cult and Crew, Fabrissio,
The Percussion Centre, Tony (Old School Thai) Kelly,
Continental Tom Berry, and all our friends in the U.K.
(and everywhere!) we remember Brooklyn.

A special thank you to Dirk, Lerxst, and Pratt.

Our thanks also go out to the good people of Gibson Guitars,
Rickenbacker Guitars, and Slingerland Drums for their personal
help and consideration.

Dedicated to Nancy, Charlene, and Jacqueline

© 1977 Mercury Records © 1977 Anthem Entertainment


Alex Lifeson - Six and twelve string electric and acoustic guitars, classical guitar, Roland guitar synthesizer, Taurus pedals
Neil Peart - Drums, orchestra bells, bell-tree, tympani, gong, cowbells, temple blocks, wind chimes, crotales
Geddy Lee - Bass guitar, Mini-Moog, Oberheim polyphonic, Taurus pedals, vocals

Produced by Rush and Terry Brown
Arrangements by Rush and Terry Brown
Recorded at Rockfield Studios, Wales, during June and July 1978
Engineered by Pat Moran
Vocals recorded at Advision Studios, London
Engineered by Declan O'Doherty
Mixed at Trident Studios, Soho, London, August 1978
Engineered by Terry Brown with invaluable assistance from John Brand
Tape Operators (Trident): Simon Hilliard, Mike Donegoni, and Reno Ruocco
Mastered at Trident by Ray Staff
(Remastered by Bob Ludwig and Brian Lee at
Gateway Mastering Studios, Portland Maine)

Graphics by Hugh Syme
Art Directions by Hugh Syme and Bob King
Cover photography by Yosh Inouye
Inner sleeve and poster photography by Fin Costello
This album was processed through the Duffoscope!

Management by Ray Danniels, SRO Management Inc., Toronto
Executive Production: Moon Records
Roadmaster and Lighting Director: Howard (Herns) Ungerleider
Concert Sound Engineer and Crew Co-ordinator: Major Ian Grandy
Stage Manager: Michael (Lurch) Hirsh
Stage Right technician: Liam (Leaf) Birt
Stage Left technician: Skip (Slider) Gildersleeve
Centre Stage technician: Larry (Shrav) Allen
Guitar and synthesizer maintenance: Tony (Jack Secret) Geranios
Concert sound by National Sound and Electrosound (U.K.)
Concert Lighting by See Factor
Concert visuals produced by Rush and Nick Prince
Projectionist: Harry (keep the change) Dilman
Those daring drivers!: Bruce (The Pin) Aldrich (Howdy howdy!), Jwerg (Ah think Ah see the problem!) Hoadley, Mike (Say Guy!) Morrison, and Tom (Zig-Zag) Whittaker

The Wonderful Persons List: Austen Fagen, Abe Schon, The UFO'S, the Max Websters, the Pat Travers Band, the Monks, Bert the driver, Fin Costello, Ruke Bernstein, Joe Bombase, Young Ward, Jerry Mickelson, Arny Granat, Bubble and Squeak, all at SRO and all at Rockfield, Advision, and Trident

© 1978 Mercury Records © 1978 Anthem Entertainment


Alex Lifeson - Six and twelve string electric and acoustic guitars, Taurus pedals
Neil Peart - Drums, tympani, timbales, orchestra bells, tubular bells, wind chimes, bell tree, triangle, crotales
Geddy Lee - Bass guitars, Oberheim polyphonic, OB-1, Mini Moog, and Taurus pedal synthsizers, vocals

Produced by Rush and Terry Brown
Arrangements by Rush and Terry Brown
Recorded at Le Studio, Morin-Heights, Quebec, during September and October 1979
Engineerd by Paul Northfield
With general assistance from Robbie Whelan
Mixed at Trident Studios, Soho, London, in November 1979
Engineerd by Terry Brown
Assisted by Adam Moseley, Craig Milliner, and Geddy Lee, with cameo appearances by Steve S. Hort
Mastered by Bob Ludwig and Brain Lee at Gateway Mastering Studios, Portland, Maine
Special featured guest: Hugh Syme, piano on "Different Strings"
Inspiration and vocal coaching by Daisy the Dog
Steel drums by Erwig Chuapchuaduah

Art Direction and graphics by Hugh Syme
Cover concept by Hugh Syme and Neil Peart
Photography by Fin Costello, Flip Schulke and Deborah Samuel
Cover girl couturière: Ou la la
Colour collaboration: Peter George
Pilot of Juliet Foxtrot Kilo: Mike Deere

Management: Ray Danniels, SRO Management, Inc., Toronto
Executive Production: Moon Records
Road manager, lighting director, and assistant to Mr. Shreve: Howard (Herns) Ungerleider
Stage manager: Michael (Lurch) Hirsh
Concert sound engineer: Ian (the Weez) Grandy
Stage right technician: Liam (Punjabi) Birt
Stage left technician: Skip (Slider) Gildersleeve
Centre stage technician: Larry (Shrav) Allen
Guitar and synthesizer maintenance: Tony (Jack Secret) Geranios
Electrical technician: Ted (Theo) McDonald
Stage Monitor mixer: Gred (Gordie) Connolly
Projectionist: Harry (Tex) Dilman
Personal Shreve: Sam (Shreve) Charters
Concert sound by National Sound and Electrosound (U.K.)
Concert lighting by See Factor International
Concert rigging by Bill Collins

All of the above was transported by the skilled hands of: Tom (Whitney) Whittaker, Pat (No. 9) Lines, Arthur (Mac) MacLear, Gene Guido, and Tim Lewis

Honourable mentions: Moe Kniffman, Nick Kotos, George (Ike) Guido, Bob (Puppy) Cross, John LeBlanc, Bill Churchman, Dave (Shreve 1) Donne, Fuzzy Frazer, Dave Burman, Helmut, Nick Prince, Graham (Wild Man) Hewitt, Sgt. Rock & Easy Co., Second City Television, Lakewoods Farm, The Sound Kitchen, Lefty, D.K.D., Steve Herns, Le Studio: Andre, Yael, Pam, Kim, Carole, and Roger, Andre & La Barratte, the Wines & Crew, FM & Crew, Wireless & Crew, The Maxoids, Marvin Gleicher, Brian Robertson, Jimmy Bain, Michael Schenker, the Projectors, Peter Mensch, the P.M., Bob (the Grove) Snelgrove, the inmates of the Great Fog, Gerry Griffin, Lee Scherer, and their families and friends at NASA, Henry Spencer and baby, Le Mont St. Michael, the Montcalm, vin-du-hairface, volleyball, Space Invaders (10p), euchre, Malibu Grand Prix, hockey--Steve Shutt and Larry Robinson, thanks for the sticks!, M*A*S*H, The Jack Secret Show, Rickey, Lucy, and Ethel, (Where's Fred?), Neal and Larry at the Percussion Centre, all at Oak Manor, and all at Trident. Ho-Hoo!

We express our appreciation to the fine people and instruments of Gibson, Moog, Tama drums, Rickenbacker, and Sunn amplification

© 1980 Mercury Records © 1980 Anthem Entertainment


Geddy Lee - Bass guitars, Oberheim polyphonic; OB-X; Mini-Moog; and Taurus pedal Synthesizers, vocals
Alex Lifeson - Six and twelve string electric and acoustic guitars, Taurus Pedals
Neil Peart - Drums kit, timbales, gong bass drums, orchestra bells, glockenspiel, wind chimes, bell tree, crotales, cowbells, plywood

Produced by Rush and Terry Brown
Arrangements by Rush and Terry Brown
Recorded and mixed at Le Studio, Morin Heights, Quebec, during October and November, of 1980
Engineered by Paul Northfield
Assisted by Robbie Whelan, and our computerized companions: Albert, Huey, Dewey, and Louie
Digital mastering engineered by Peter Jensen
Hugh Syme is the featured guest performer once again, playing synthesizers on 'Witch Hunt'

Art direction, graphics and cover concept by Hugh Syme
Photography by Deborah Samuel

Mastered at by Bob Ludwig and Brian Lee at Gateway Mastering Studios, Portland, Maine
Management by Ray Danniels, SRO Management, Inc., Toronto
Executive Production: Moon Records

Road Manager and Lighting Director: Howard Ungerleider
Concert Sound Engineer: Ian Grandy
Stage Manager: Michael Hirsh
Stage Right Technician, and Crew Chief: Liam Birt
Stage Left Technician: Skip Gildersleeve
Centre Stage Technician: Larry Allen
Guitar and synthesizer Maintenance: Tony Geranios
Stage Monitor Mixer: Greg Connolly
Projectionist: Lee Tenner
Personal Shreve and Factotum: Kevin Flewitt

Concert Sound by National Sound
All-Stars: Tom Linthicum, Fuzzy Frazer, Dave Berman
Concert Lighting by See Factor International
Easy Co.: Nick Kotos, George Guido, Bob Kniffen, Bob Cross
Concert Rigging: the daring Bill Collins
Transportation expertly guided by Tom Whittaker, Billy Barlow, Kim Varney, Arthur MacLear, Pat Lines, Bill Fuquay, Mike and Linda Burnham

Fabulous Persons: at Le Studio: André, Yaël, Pam, Paul, Robbie, Roger, Harry, Claude & Gisele, André et Le Bouffe en Broche, Ted (Theo) McDonald, Irv Zuckerman & Associates (The Beords), Brain (Vings) Laski, George Vis, Ted Veneman, Max Lobstors, Saga & crew, 38 Special & crew (27-24), Drexel, Gerry, Griffin & Family, Terri at the Hawkins farm, Asteroids, volleyball (the Retardos & the Frantics 21-8!), the Greenie (you must be drinking!), Bill Ward, Loveman, Lovewoman & The Lovemachine, Scar & The Ignorant Wildfire Game, Top Secret, the Montreal Canadiens, Steven Shutt, Screvato, Robin & Phase One, Bill Elson, Cliff Burnstein, Jim Sotet, Sherry Levy, and the Oak Manorians.

Special British Supplement: Wild Horses; Jimmy & Sophie, Brian & Dee, Clive, Dirk (no relation), Mr. & Mrs. Robinson, Fin Costello, Bill Churchman, Alan Philips, Barry Murfet, Tex Yodell, Lofty & Stage Crew, Steve Tuck, Robbie Gilchrist

Dept. of Above-And-Beyond: Ray, Rhonda, L.B., Dear Olde Broon (a great mind thinks alike), Happy Birthday Ms. Broon (wrong again, eh, Hovis!)

Featuring Daisy as 'Ski Bane'
Our continuing appreciation to the people and products of Tama, Avedis Zildjian, and Rickenbacker
Coolidge Dog Painting from the Archives of Brown & Bigelow, St. Paul, Minnesota

Correspondance: P.O. Box 640, Thornhill, Ontario, Canada L3T 4A5

Red Barchetta inspired by "A Nice Morning Drive" by Richard S. Foster

© 1981 Mercury Records © 1981 Anthem Entertainment

"EXIT...STAGE LEFT (LIVE)" Liner Notes

Geddy Lee - Bass guitar, vocals, synthesizers, bass pedal synthesizer, and occasional rhythm guitar
Alex Lifeson - Electric and acoustic guitars, bass pedal synthesizer
Neil Peart - Drums and percussion

Produced by Terry Brown

A Passage To Bangkok, Closer To The Heart, Beneath, Between & Behind, and Jacob's Ladder recorded in the U.K. by Mobile One
Engineered by Andy Rose, Tech-man Barry Ainsworth
Set-up by Tim and James

The Spirit Of Radio, Red Barchetta, YYZ, Broon's Bane, The Trees, Xanadu, Freewill, Tom Sawyer and La Villa Strangiato recorded in Canada by Le Mobile
Engineered by Broon, Tech-man Guy Charbonneau
Set-up by Cliff
And by the Record Plant Mobile
Engineered by Broon, Tech-man Jack Crymes
Set-up by Mark and Hutch

Mixed at Le Studio, Morin Heights Quebec
Engineered by Paul Northfield
Mastered by Bob Ludwig and Brian Lee at
Gateway Mastering Studios, Portland, Maine

Art Direction, graphics, and cover concept by Hugh Syme
Photography by Deborah Samuel
Special guest, Ian Melhuish as the Puppet King

Management by Ray Danniels,
SRO Productions, Inc., Toronto
Executive Production by Moon Records

Road Manager and Lighting Director: Howard Ungerleider
Concert Sound Engineer: Jon (Mushy) Erickson
Stage Manager: Michael Hirsh
Stage Right Technician and Crew Chief: Liam (Calculator-Head) Birt
Stage Left Technician: Skip Gildersleeve
Centre Stage Technician: Larry (The Green Shrav) Allen
Guitar and Synthesizer Maintenance: Tony (Jack Public) Geranios
Stage Monitor Mixer: Greg Connolly
Security Chief: Ian Grandy
Projectionist: Lee Tenner
Personal Shreve: Kevin (Barney Rubble) Flewitt

Concert Sound By: National Sound--Tom Linthicum, Dave Berman, and Fuzzy Frazer
Concert Lighting by See Factor International--Nick Kotos, Mike Weiss, Mark Cherry, John Quinton, Steve Tuck, Robbie Gilchrist, et cetera
Bus and Truck-Faces-Tom Whittaker, Pat Lynes, Mac MacLear, Billy Barlow, Richard Owens, Steve Connelly, and Al Posner
U.K. transportation by Edwin Shirley Trucking, Len Wright Travel, and "The Red Flash" - Bill Churchman
Concert Rigging by Bill Collins-Southfire Rigging

People of the Wonderful Thing: The cast and crew of Le Studio, especially André for making the new all-colour Jack Secret Show a reality, Raru Ponce de Leon, Dr. Carl Zbourg, Major Seventh, Lou, Suzanne, Ronnie, Bjorn Erlichmann the Stunned Man, Punjabi, Dirk the Cameraman, and Daisy O'Williams and the Dogmatics, The Fabulous Projecting Men, featuring a Chorus of Fools, Nick the cat, Explosion Magazine, the lovely Rushka, Joe E. Ross-ooh ooh!, the people of Fooland, the Expos, the Great White North, and the members and crew of "FM" for their important comedic and musical support--Öfshnatzen d'Rötz!!

Max Webster R.I.P.

This album is dedicated to the world-renowned they--(Slider's uncles, Eddie and Glen).
Alex's performance in Broon's Bane is dedicated to Elliot.
A special tribute to the Glaswegian Chorus for the backround vocals on Closer To The Heart. Nice one, folks!

Our personal thank you to the Griffin family for their wonderfulness, and to the people of NASA for their spectacular launch of the Columbia which we were privileged and thrilled to witness.

We also should include a (loose) translation for the new lyrics to the Danforth and Pape section of La Villa Strangiato
"Patty-cake, patty cake,
Mother's going to buy you shoes,
Father's going to buy you socks,
Baby's going to have red cheeks."

Enough said.

Well, just a few more words! In seven years of touring we have made many friends in many different places. Some have worked for us, some have cheered for us, and some have just been nice to us.

For reasons beyond our comprehension, we have become increasingly more popular, and hence stretched ever more thinly among ever more people.

If sometimes we can't give the time they deserve to our friends and loved ones, we hope that they will understand and forgive us.
After all, we didn't change, everybody else did!

© 1981 Mercury Records © 1981 Anthem Entertainment

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  • TRACK LISTING (click on any track for the lyrics)

    1. A Farewell to Kings (5:51)
    2. Xanadu (11:08)
    3. Closer To The Heart (2:53)
    4. Cinderella Man (4:21)
    5. Madrigal (2:35)
    6. Cygnus X-1: Book I: The Voyage (10:25)

    Disc 2 - Hemispheres
    1. Cygnus X-1 Book Two: Hemispheres (18:05)
    2. Circumstances (3:41)
    3. The Trees (4:46)
    4. La Villa Strangiato An Exercise in Self-Indulgence (9:35)

    1. The Spirit of Radio (4:57)
    2. Freewill (5:23)
    3. Jacob's Ladder (7:28)
    4. Entre Nous (4:37)
    5. Different Strings (3:49)
    6. Natural Science (9:16)

    1. Tom Sawyer (4:33)
    2. Red Barchetta (6:06)
    3. YYZ (4:24)
    4. Limelight (4:19)
    5. The Camera Eye (10:56)
    6. Witch Hunt (Part III of Fear) (4:43)
    7. Vital Signs (4:43)

    Disc 5 - EXIT...STAGE LEFT (LIVE)
    1. The Spirit of Radio (5:12)
    2. Red Barchetta (6:48)
    3. YYZ (7:44)
    4. A Passage To Bangkok (3:47)
    5. Closer To The Heart (3:09)
    6. Beneath, Between and Behind (2:34)
    7. Jacob's Ladder (8:47)
    8. Broon's Bane (1:37)
    9. The Trees (5:50)
    10. Xanadu (12:10)
    11. Freewill (5:33)
    12. Tom Sawyer (5:01)
    13. La Villa Strangiato (An Exercise in Self-Indulgence) (9:38)

    A Farewell to Kings

    When they turn the pages of history
    When these days have passed long ago
    Will they read of us with sadness
    For the seeds that we let grow
    We turned our gaze
    From the castles in the distance
    Eyes cast down
    On the path of least resistance

    Cities full of hatred
    Fear and lies
    Withered hearts
    And cruel, tormented eyes
    Scheming demons
    Dressed in kingly guise
    Beating down the multitude
    And scoffing at the wise

    The hypocrites are slandering
    The sacred halls of Truth
    Ancient nobles showering
    Their bitterness on youth
    Can't we find
    The minds that made us strong
    Can't we learn
    To feel what's right and wrong

    Cities full of hatred
    Fear and lies
    Withered hearts
    And cruel, tormented eyes
    Scheming demons
    Dressed in kingly guise
    Beating down the multitude
    And scoffing at the wise
    Can't we raise our eyes
    And make a start
    Can't we find the minds
    To lead us closer to the Heart


    To seek the sacred river Alph
    To walk the caves of ice
    To break my fast on honey dew
    And drink the milk of Paradise...

    I had heard the whispered tales
    Of immortality
    The deepest mystery
    From an ancient book. I took a clue
    I scaled the frozen mountain tops
    Of eastern lands unknown
    Time and Man alone
    Searching for the lost --- Xanadu

    Xanadu --- To stand within The Pleasure Dome
    Decreed by Kubla Khan
    To taste anew the fruits of life
    The last immortal man
    To find the sacred river Alph
    To walk the caves of ice
    Oh, I will dine on honey dew
    And drink the milk of Paradise

    A thousand years have come and gone
    But time has passed me by
    Stars stopped in the sky
    Frozen in an everlasting view
    Waiting for the world to end
    Weary of the night
    Praying for the light
    Prison of the lost --- Xanadu

    Xanadu --- Held within The Pleasure Dome
    Decreed by Kubla Khan
    To taste my bitter triumph
    As a mad immortal man
    Nevermore shall I return
    Escape these caves of ice
    For I have dined on honey dew
    And drunk the milk of Paradise

    Closer to the Heart

    And the men who hold high places
    Must be the ones to start
    To mould a new reality
    Closer to the Heart

    The Blacksmith and the Artist
    Reflect it in their art
    Forge their creativity
    Closer to the Heart

    Philosophers and Ploughmen
    Each must know his part
    To sow a new mentality
    Closer to the Heart

    You can be the Captain
    I will draw the Chart
    Sailing into destiny
    Closer to the Heart

    Cinderella Man

    A modest man from Mandrake
    Travelled rich to the city
    He had a need to discover
    A use for his newly-found wealth

    Because he was human
    Because he had goodness
    Because he was moral
    They called him insane

    Delusions of grandeur
    Visions of splendour
    A manic depressive
    He walks in the rain

    Eyes wide open
    Heart undefended
    Innocence untarnished

    Cinderella Man
    Doing what you can
    They can't understand
    What it means

    Cinderella Man
    Hang on to your plans
    Try as they might
    They cannot steal your dreams

    In the betrayal of his love he awakened
    To face a world of cold reality
    And a look in the eyes of the hungry
    Awakened him to what he could do

    He held up his riches
    To challenge the hungry
    Purposeful motion
    For one so insane

    They tried to fight him
    Just couldn't beat him
    This manic depressive
    Who walks in the rain


    When the dragons grow too mighty
    To slay with pen or sword
    I grow weary of the battle
    And the storm I walk toward
    When all around is madness
    And there's no safe port in view
    I long to turn my path homeward
    To stop awhile with you

    When life becomes so barren
    And as cold as winter skies
    There's a beacon in the darkness
    In a distant pair of eyes
    In vain to search for order
    In vain to search for truth
    But these things can still be given
    Your love has shown me proof

    Cygnus X-1: Book One: The Voyage


    In the constellation of Cygnus
    There lurks a mysterious, invisible force
    The Black Hole
    Of Cygnus X-1

    Six Stars of the Northern Cross
    In mourning for their sister's loss
    In a final flash of glory
    Nevermore to grace the night...


    To telescopic eye
    The star that would not die

    All who dare
    To cross her course
    Are swallowed by
    A fearsome force

    Through the void
    To be destroyed
    Or is there something more?
    Atomized --- at the core
    Or through the Astral Door ---
    To soar...


    I set a course just east of Lyra
    And northwest of Pegasus
    Flew into the light of Deneb
    Sailed across the Milky Way

    On my ship, the 'Rocinante'
    Wheeling through the galaxies,
    Headed for the heart of Cygnus
    Headlong into mystery

    The x-ray is her siren song
    My ship cannot resist her long
    Nearer to my deadly goal
    Until the Black Hole ---
    Gains control...


    Spinning, whirling,
    Still descending
    Like a spiral sea,

    Sound and fury
    Drowns my heart
    Every nerve
    Is torn apart....

    Cygnus X-1 Book Two: Hemispheres

    I. Prelude
    When our weary world was young
    The struggle of the ancients first began.
    The gods of Love and Reason
    Sought alone to rule the fate of Man.

    They battled through the ages,
    But still neither force would yield.
    The people were divided,
    Every soul a battlefield.

    II. Apollo: Bringer of Wisdom
    "I bring truth and understanding,
    I bring wit and wisdom fair,
    Precious gifts beyond compare.
    We can build a world of wonder,
    I can make you all aware.
    I will find you food and shelter,
    Show you fire to keep you warm
    Through the endless winter storm.
    You can live in grace and comfort
    In the world that you transform."

    The people were delighted
    Coming forth to claim their prize
    They ran to build their cities
    And converse among the wise.
    But one day the streets fell silent,
    Yet they knew not what was wrong.
    The urge to build these fine things
    Seemed not to be so strong.
    The wise men were consulted,
    And the Bridge of Death was crossed
    In quest of Dionysus,
    To find out what they had lost.

    III. Dionysus: Bringer of Love
    "I bring love to give you solace
    In the darkness of the night,
    In the Heart's eternal light.
    You need only trust your feelings;
    Only love can steer you right.
    I bring laughter, I bring music,
    I bring joy and I bring tears.
    I will soothe your primal fears.
    Throw off those chains of reason
    And your prison disappears."

    The cities were abandoned,
    And the forests echoed song.
    They danced and lived as brothers;
    They knew love could not be wrong.
    Food and wine they had aplenty
    And they slept beneath the stars.
    The people were contented
    And the Gods watched from afar.
    But the winter fell upon them
    And it caught them unprepared,
    Bringing wolves and cold starvation,
    And the hearts of men despaired.

    IV. Armageddon: The Battle of Heart and Mind
    The Universe divided
    As the Heart and Mind collided,
    With the people left unguided
    For so many troubled years.
    In a cloud of doubts and fears,
    Their world was torn asunder into hollow Hemispheres.

    Some fought themselves, some fought each other.
    Most just followed one another,
    Lost and aimless like their brothers,
    For their hearts were so unclear,
    And the truth could not appear.
    Their spirits were divided into blinded Hemispheres.

    Some who did not fight
    Brought tales of old to light.
    My Rocinante sailed by night
    On her final flight.
    To the heart of Cygnus' fearsome force
    We set our course.
    Spiralled through that timeless space
    To this immortal place.

    V. Cygnus: Bringer of Balance
    I have memory and awareness,
    But I have no shape or form.
    As a disembodied spirit,
    I am dead and yet unborn.
    I have passed into Olympus
    As was told in tales of old,
    To the city of Immortals,
    Marble white and purest gold.

    I see the gods in battle rage on high,
    Thunderbolts across the sky.
    I cannot move, I cannot hide,
    I feel a silent scream begin inside.

    Then all at once the chaos ceased.
    A stillness fell, a sudden peace.
    The warriors felt my silent cry
    And stayed their struggle, mystified.

    Apollo was astonished;
    Dionysus thought me mad.
    But they heard my story further,
    And they wondered, and were sad.

    Looking down from Olympus
    On a world of doubt and fear,
    Its surface splintered
    Into sorry Hemispheres.

    They sat a while in silence,
    Then they turned at last to me.
    "We will call you Cygnus,
    The god of Balance you shall be."

    VI. The Sphere: A Kind of Dream
    We can walk our road together
    If our goals are all the same.
    We can run alone and free
    If we pursue a different aim.
    Let the truth of love be lighted,
    Let the love of truth shine clear.
    Sensibility, armed with sense and liberty,
    With the Heart and Mind united in a single perfect Sphere.


    A boy alone, so far from home,
    Endless rooftops from my window.
    I felt the gloom of empty rooms
    On rainy afternoons.
    Sometimes, in confusion,
    I felt so lost and disillusioned,
    Innocence gave me confidence
    To go up against reality.

    All the same, we take our chances,
    Laughed at by Time,
    Tricked by Circumstances.
    Plus ca change,
    Plus c'est la meme chose,
    The more that things change,
    The more they stay the same.

    Now I've gained some understanding
    Of the only world that we see.
    Things that I once dreamed of
    Have become reality.
    These walls that still surround me
    Still contain the same old me,
    Just one more who's searching for a world that ought to be.

    The Trees

    There is unrest in the forest,
    There is trouble with the trees,
    For the maples want more sunlight
    And the oaks ignore their pleas.

    The trouble with the maples,
    (And they're quite convinced the're right)
    They say the oaks are just too lofty
    And they grab up all the light.
    But the oaks can't help their feelings
    If they like the way they're made.
    And they wonder why the maples
    Can't be happy in their shade.

    There is trouble in the forest,
    And the creatures all have fled,
    As the maples scream `Oppression`
    And the oaks, just shake their heads

    So the maples formed a union
    And demanded equal rights.
    "The oaks are just too greedy;
    We will make them give us light."
    Now there's no more oak oppression,
    For they passed a noble law,
    And the trees are all kept equal
    By hatchet, axe, and saw.

    La Villa Strangiato An Exercise in Self-Indulgence

    1. Buenas Noches, Mein Froinds!
    2. To sleep, perchance to dream...
    3. Strangiato Theme
    4. A Lerxst in Wonderland
    5. Monsters!
    6. Danforth and Pape
    7. The Waltz of the Shreves
    8. Never turn your back on a Monster!
    9. Monsters! (Reprise)
    10. Strangiato Theme (Reprise)
    11. A Farewell to Things


    Begin the day with a friendly voice,
    A companion unobtrusive
    Plays the song that's so elusive
    And the magic music makes your morning mood.

    Off on your way, hit the open road,
    There is magic at your fingers
    For the Spirit ever lingers,
    Undemanding contact in your happy solitude.

    Invisible airwaves crackle with life
    Bright antennae bristle with the energy
    Emotional feedback on timeless wavelength
    Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free

    All this machinery making modern music
    Can still be open-hearted.
    Not so coldly charted, it's really just a question
    Of your honesty, yeah, your honesty.

    One likes to believe in the freedom of music,
    But glittering prizes and endless compromises
    Shatter the illusion of integrity.

    For the words of the profits were written on the studio wall,
    Concert hall
    And echoes with the sounds of salesmen.


    There are those who think that life has nothing left to chance,
    A host of holy horrors to direct our aimless dance.

    A planet of playthings,
    We dance on the strings
    Of powers we cannot perceive
    "The stars aren't aligned -
    Or the gods are malign"
    Blame is better to give than receive.

    You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice.
    If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice.
    You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill;
    I will choose a path that's clear-
    I will choose Free Will.

    There are those who think that they were dealt a losing hand,
    The cards were stacked against them- they weren't born in Lotus-Land.

    All preordained-
    A prisoner in chains-
    A victim of venomous fate.
    Kicked in the face,
    You can't pray for a place
    In heaven's unearthly estate.

    Each of us-
    A cell of awareness-
    Imperfect and incomplete.
    Genetic blends
    With uncertain ends
    On a fortune hunt that's far too fleet.


    The clouds prepare for battle
    In the dark and brooding silence.
    Bruised and sullen stormclouds
    Have the light of day obscured.
    Looming low and ominous
    In twilight premature
    Thunderheads are rumbling
    In a distant overture...

    All at once, the clouds are parted.
    Light streams down in bright unbroken beams...

    Follow men's eyes as they look to the skies.
    The shifting shafts of shining weave the fabric of their dreams...


    We are secrets to each other
    Each one's life a novel
    No-one else has read.
    Even joined in bonds of love,
    We're linked to one another
    By such slender threads.

    We are planets to each other,
    Drifting in our orbits
    To a brief eclipse.
    Each of us a world apart,
    Alone and yet together,
    Like two passing ships.

    Just between us,
    I think it's time for us to recognize
    The differences we sometimes fear to show.
    Just between us,
    I think it's time for us to realize,
    The spaces in between
    Leave room for you and I to grow.

    We are strangers to each other,
    Full of sliding panels,
    An illusion show.
    Acting well-rehearsed routines
    Or playing from the heart?
    It's hard for one to know.

    We are islands to each other,
    Building hopeful bridges
    On a troubled sea.
    Some are burned or swept away,
    Some we would not choose,
    But we're not always free.


    Who's come to slay the dragon,
    Come to watch him fall?
    Making arrows out of pointed words,
    Giant killers at the call?
    Too much fuss and bother,
    Too much contradiction and confusion.
    Peel away the mystery,
    Here's a clue to some real motivation.

    All there really is,
    The two of us,
    And we both know why we've come along.
    Nothing to explain,
    It's a part of us
    To be found within a song.

    What happened to our innocence,
    Did it go out of style?
    Along with our naivete',
    No longer a child.
    Different eyes see different things,
    Different hearts beat on different strings.
    But there are times
    For you and me, when all such things agree.


    When the ebbing tide retreats
    Along the rocky shoreline,
    It leaves a trail of tidal pools
    In a short-lived galaxy.
    Each microcosmic planet
    A complete society.

    A simple kind mirror
    To reflect upon our own.
    All the busy little creatures
    Chasing out their destinies.
    Living in their pools,
    They soon forget about the sea...

    Wheels within wheels in a spiral array,
    A pattern so grand and complex,
    Time after time we lose sight of the way,
    Our causes can't see their effects.

    A quantum leap forward
    In time and in space,
    The universe learned to expand.

    The mess and the magic,
    Triumphant and tragic,
    A mechanized world out of hand.

    Computerized clinic
    For superior cynics
    Who dance to a synthetic band.

    In their own image,
    Their world is fashioned.
    No wonder they don't understand.

    Science, like nature
    Must also be tamed
    With a view towards its preservation.
    Given the same
    State of integrity,
    It will surely serve us well.

    Art as expression,
    Not as market campaigns
    Will still capture our imaginations.
    Given the same
    State of integrity,
    It will surely help us along.

    The most endangered species,
    The honest man,
    Will still survive annihilation.
    Forming a world
    State of integrity,
    Sensitive, open and strong.

    Wave after wave will flow with the tide, and bury the world as it does.
    Tide after tide will flow and recede, leaving life to go on as it was...

    Tom Sawyer

    A modern-day warrior
    Mean mean stride,
    Today's Tom Sawyer
    Mean mean pride.

    Though his mind is not for rent,
    Don't put him down as arrogant.
    His reserve, a quiet defense,
    Riding out the day's events.
    The river

    What you say about his company
    Is what you say about society.
    Catch the mist, catch the myth
    Catch the mystery, catch the drift.

    The world is, the world is,
    Love and life are deep,
    Maybe as his skies are wide.

    Today's Tom Sawyer,
    He gets high on you,
    And the space he invades
    He gets by on you.

    No, his mind is not for rent
    To any god or government.
    Always hopeful, yet discontent,
    He knows changes aren't permanent,
    But change is.

    What you say about his company
    Is what you say about society.
    Catch the witness, catch the wit,
    Catch the spirit, catch the spit.

    The world is, the world is,
    Love and life are deep,
    Maybe as his eyes are wide.

    Exit the warrior,
    Today's Tom Sawyer,
    He gets high on you,
    And the energy you trade,
    He gets right on to the friction of the day.

    Red Barchetta

    My uncle has a country place
    That no one knows about.
    He says it used to be a farm,
    Before the Motor Law.
    And on Sundays I elude the Eyes,
    And hop the Turbine Freight
    To far outside the Wire,
    Where my white-haired uncle waits.

    Jump to the ground
    As the Turbo slows to cross the Borderline.
    Run like the wind,
    As excitement shivers up and down my spine.
    Down in his barn,
    My uncle preserved for me an old machine,
    For fifty-odd years.
    To keep it as new has been his dearest dream.

    I strip away the old debris
    That hides a shining car.
    A brilliant red Barchetta
    From a better, vanished time.
    I fire up the willing engine,
    Responding with a roar.
    Tires spitting gravel,
    I commit my weekly crime...

    In my hair-
    Shifting and drifting-
    Mechanical music-
    Adrenalin surge...

    Well-weathered leather,
    Hot metal and oil,
    The scented country air.
    Sunlight on chrome,
    The blur of the landscape,
    Every nerve aware.

    Suddenly ahead of me,
    Across the mountainside,
    A gleaming alloy air-car
    Shoots towards me, two lanes wide.
    I spin around with shrieking tires,
    To run the deadly race,
    Go screaming through the valley
    As another joins the chase.

    Drive like the wind,
    Straining the limits of machine and man.
    Laughing out loud
    With fear and hope, I've got a desperate plan.
    At the one-lane bridge
    I leave the giants stranded at the riverside.
    Race back to the farm, to dream with my uncle at the fireside.



    Living on a lighted stage
    Approaches the unreal
    For those who think and feel
    In touch with some reality
    Beyond the gilded cage.

    Cast in this unlikely role,
    Ill-equipped to act,
    With insufficient tact,
    One must put up barriers
    To keep oneself intact.

    Living in the Limelight,
    The universal dream
    For those who wish to seem.
    Those who wish to be
    Must put aside the alienation,
    Get on with the fascination,
    The real relation,
    The underlying theme.

    Living in a fisheye lens,
    Caught in the camera eye.
    I have no heart to lie,
    I can't pretend a stranger
    Is a long-awaited friend.

    All the world's indeed a stage,
    And we are merely players,
    Performers and portrayers,
    Each another's audience
    Outside the gilded cage.

    The Camera Eye

    Grim-faced and forbidding,
    Their faces closed tight,
    An angular mass of New Yorkers
    Pacing in rhythm,
    Race the oncoming night,
    They chase through the streets of Manhattan.
    Head-first humanity,
    Pause at a light,
    Then flow through the streets of the city.

    They seem oblivious
    To a soft spring rain,
    Like an English rain
    So light, yet endless
    From a leaden sky.

    The buildings are lost
    In their limitless rise.
    My feet catch the pulse
    And the purposeful stride.

    I feel the sense of possibilities,
    I feel the wrench of hard realities.
    The focus is sharp in the city.

    Wide-angle watcher
    On life's ancient tales,
    Steeped in the history of London.

    Green and grey washes
    In a wispy white veil
    Mist in the streets of Westminster.
    Wistful and weathered,
    The pride still prevails,
    Alive in the streets of the city.

    Are they oblivious
    To this quality?
    A quality
    Of light unique to
    Every city's streets.

    Pavements may teem
    With intense energy,
    But the city is calm
    In this violent sea.

    Witch Hunt (Part III of Fear)

    The night is black,
    Without a moon.
    The air is thick and still.

    The vigilantes gather on
    The lonely torchlit hill.

    Features distorted in the flickering light,
    The faces are twisted and grotesque.
    Silent and stern in the sweltering night,
    The mob moves like demons possessed.
    Quiet in conscience, calm in their right,
    Confident their ways are best.

    The righteous rise
    With burning eyes
    Of hatred and ill-will.

    Madmen fed on fear and lies
    To beat and burn and kill.

    They say there are strangers who threaten us,
    In our immigrants and infidels.
    They say there is strangeness, too dangerous
    In our theatres and bookstore shelves,
    That those who know what's best for us
    Must rise and save us from ourselves.

    Quick to judge,
    Quick to anger,
    Slow to understand

    Ignorance and prejudice
    And fear
    Walk hand in hand.

    Vital Signs

    Unstable condition,
    A symptom of life,
    In mental and environmental change.
    Atmospheric disturbance,
    The feverish flux
    Of human interface and interchange.

    The impulse is pure;
    Sometimes our circuits get shorted
    By external interference.
    Signals get crossed
    And the balance distorted
    By internal incoherence.

    A tired mind become a shape-shifter,
    Everybody need a mood lifter,
    Everybody need reverse polarity.
    Everybody got mixed feelings
    About the function and the form.
    Everybody got to deviate from the norm.

    An ounce of perception,
    A pound of obscure.
    Process information at half speed.
    Pause, rewind, replay,
    Warm memory chip,
    Random sample, hold the one you need.

    Leave out the fiction,
    The fact is, this friction
    Will only be worn by persistence.
    Leave out conditions,
    Courageous convictions
    Will drag the dream into existence.

    A tired mind become a shape-shifter,
    Everybody need a soft filter,
    Everybody need reverse polarity.
    Everybody got mixed feelings
    About the function and the form.
    Everybody got to elevate from the norm...